“Griseld’ is dead, and eke her patience, And both at once are buried in Itále: For which I cry in open audience, No wedded man so hardy be t’ assail His wifë’s patience, in trust to find Griselda’s, for in certain he shall fail.

“O noble wivës, full of high prudence, Let no humility your tonguës nail: Nor let no clerk have cause or diligence To write of you a story of such marvail, As of Griselda patient and kind, Lest Chichëvache 2728 you swallow in her entrail.